This is the journal of Hodd, leader of the snow globe dwarves. The final entry is of particular interest:
The dryads came at us again, using their foul magic. The fighting was bloody fierce, but at least we drove the tree huggers back.
How many times did I die in that battle only to be reborn and slain yet again? Does it even matter anymore? Fighting, death, rebirth, fighting - it never ends.
In my dreams there are visions of a different world. I see dwarf and dryad working together, allied against a common and terrible foe in a bid to escape this pointless existence. And I remember the fading echos of a powerful talisman, a tool to free both them dryads and we dwarves - the Amulet of Ages.
Is it a memory of a time lost, or a hope for the future? If the dryads would only listen to reason then maybe...
But they are mad and attack us on sight. The fighting will never end and this pointless existence will continue forever.